The new single “Zeeba Da Boo” from Ooberfuse arrives sounding like a magical phrase you’d chant to fix a sputtering time machine. It’s an immediate, fizzy concoction of electronic pop and electro swing, a sound so joyfully anachronistic it feels like watching flappers dance the Charleston under the glow of a smartphone screen.
Cherrie Anderson and Hal St John have constructed something peculiar here: a track about profound spiritual alienation that you can, and probably should, dance to.
The disconnect is fascinating. The narrative speaks of a lonely outcast and sleepless, questioning nights, yet the music itself is a brassy, confident strut down a sun-drenched boulevard. It doesn’t sonically represent the despair; it’s the sound of the cure administered at full volume. The bouncing beat and flashes of jazz trumpet refuse to wallow.
For a moment, it reminded me of the architecture of old European cathedrals – vast, cavernous spaces built to make you feel small, yet filled with stained glass designed to flood you with light. Ooberfuse bypasses the cavern and goes straight for the prismatic glow.
This isn’t a lament, it’s a prescription. Anderson’s vocal delivery acts as the guide through this sonic therapy, asserting that the key to freedom is an internal switch-flick. The song isn’t the journey into the dark woods, but the sudden, shocking realization that you were holding the map and compass all along.
The track offers a glittering, swinging key, but leaves you standing right before the lock. The question it leaves echoing is, what do you truly expect to find on the other side of the door?
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